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Tired of laying in bed, listening to the water run |
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Ceiling's falling in, |
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Baby's dress is covered in dust |
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So I don't care what it costs, |
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Baby dust that old thing off |
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It's one more night in |
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Brooklyn, |
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Baby we're getting lost |
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I ain't taking you home, |
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I found a little place that'll do |
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It'll never match the beauty of a |
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Tennessee springbut it's something new |
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So let 'em say what they'll say |
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I'll find a way that will make it pay |
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It's one more night in |
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Brooklyn, |
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Baby that's all |
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I can take |
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I'm tired of waiting on you, waiting on a train |
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Tired of your late night calls with the same old complaints |
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So you pack up your bags, start looking west, but tonight |
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Ordering in, making damn sure we don't leave nothing behind |
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So Baby put your hands on me |
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Let's get real high and just go to sleep |
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It's one more night in |
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Brooklyn, |
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Baby it's just you and me |
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One more night, oh wow |
